I USED TO THINK

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I USED TO THINK

I used to think that if you thought a thought
well, that thought just had to be
until one day I met a dog
that thought I was a tree.

“Go away!” I said, “Leave me alone.
Find another place to pee.”
But try as I might to shoo him off
he wouldn’t leave me be.

I thought to myself, “Now, this is odd!
This hound so sure yet so wrong.”
Then an awful thought occurred to me,
“Has he been thinking this all along?”

Let’s say I did the same to the dog,
thinking it was what it wasn’t.
A cat. A hat. A fairy? A canary?
It matters not what, really doesn’t.

What havoc I’d wreak! His dignity done for
as well as his self-respect.
If someone were to do this to you,
what would you expect?

I s’pose this all sounds rather ludicrous,
but bear with me just one more moment.
This mutt ’s mistake has got me thinking;
a revolutionary thought its foment!

If the whole world over were to think like Rover
what a heck of a mess it would be!
But wait! Isn’t this just what we are doing
and calling it “reality?”

Well, my pant leg is wet, new best friend gone.
He got me while I deep in thought.
But can’t say’s I’m mad, more likely glad
‘cause an error in my thinking he’s caught.

I used to think that if you thought a thought
well, that thought just had to be.
I was blind, I know, but now I see
Better yet, I’m setting you free.